She gave me her handLed me out of the ruinsAnaesthesia for a painful lifeNew eyes for a new life

She is the fountain of innocenceThe glory of a battle wonA bright red river of passionThat never meets the seaIn her precious wombMy son will be bornTo breed a love fallen from the hands of god

Contradict, oppose, reject, confrontThe ones that say that have never been in loveContradict, oppose, reject, confront

If you want true love pain is close at handPain is a part of life and has its reward

I said I would love her after deathShe did not believe but the promise is still keptI died a few years ago and my son became a man

She took away her handAnd led me back into the ruinsThe anaesthesia was goneAnd the eyes became so blindThe fountain ceised to existThe battle was lostAnd the bright red river of passionFinally met the seaShe is the fountain of innocenceThe glory of a battle won